flora
Flora snickers openly at the mention of himbos and heroes, lifting her cocktail in emphatic agreement as amusement lights up her face. "Honestly? At least the himbos are entertaining," she drawls playfully, gesturing with her drink towards Koa. "That one over there was my ex-boyfriend," she murmurs, voice dripping with mock intrigue as she shifts her gaze pointedly to Sohalia, "and that one’s my best friend—and right now they both desperately want to date each other but apparently just aren’t." She punctuates the statement with a theatrical shrug, as if to say, himbos—can't live with 'em, can't escape the drama. Asta had heard all this already and likely had filled Danta in, but at least now they could put faces to names.
At Danta’s offer to speak with the Marin triplets, Flora gasps dramatically. "Oh, that would be excellent," she purrs happily, eyes glittering at the prospect. "That tall one behind the bar is Vesper and the golden-blonde one is Caly. They seem like the two in charge, whereas," nosing toward Nova, Flora grins. "That one just seems out for a good time."
And when Asta’s tail brushes teasingly against her leg, Flora leans subtly but eagerly into the caress, mischief glinting in her gaze. Fluttering her lashes theatrically, she presses a palm dramatically to her chest as if scandalized. "As if I’d ever complain about catching fire with you two. That's what healing fountains are for, after all," she retorts sweetly, though the wicked gleam in her eyes betrays just how much she means it. "I mean, I never get to spend any proper time with the two of you together," she sighs, feigning wounded abandonment. "Pretty sure the last time we did was right here," Her eyebrows bounce suggestively at the memory of their infamous karaoke evening, the warmth of Asta’s teasing touch beneath the table reminding her vividly just how starved for affection she truly was these days.
At Danta’s offer to speak with the Marin triplets, Flora gasps dramatically. "Oh, that would be excellent," she purrs happily, eyes glittering at the prospect. "That tall one behind the bar is Vesper and the golden-blonde one is Caly. They seem like the two in charge, whereas," nosing toward Nova, Flora grins. "That one just seems out for a good time."
And when Asta’s tail brushes teasingly against her leg, Flora leans subtly but eagerly into the caress, mischief glinting in her gaze. Fluttering her lashes theatrically, she presses a palm dramatically to her chest as if scandalized. "As if I’d ever complain about catching fire with you two. That's what healing fountains are for, after all," she retorts sweetly, though the wicked gleam in her eyes betrays just how much she means it. "I mean, I never get to spend any proper time with the two of you together," she sighs, feigning wounded abandonment. "Pretty sure the last time we did was right here," Her eyebrows bounce suggestively at the memory of their infamous karaoke evening, the warmth of Asta’s teasing touch beneath the table reminding her vividly just how starved for affection she truly was these days.
We can't make any promises now can we babe?
But you can make me a drink.
But you can make me a drink.
